Shenhao: I'm Really A Big Villain

"Why... why are you killing me?!"

Chen Ping'an staggered backwards, his index finger and middle finger were separated, pressing on the wound, his face was blue, then purple, and black.

He stared at Qin Lang with red eyes, and when he came to the end, he didn't even doubt Qin Lang's identity.

Can't blame him for being too stupid, but the person in front of him is exactly the same as his master, whether it's body shape or words, or some catchphrase.

Even some of the details of life have not changed.

Tian Jizi has spent most of his life on the mountain, besides him, who else knows these little habits? !

Qin Lang sighed and shook his head, "Silly boy, I can only blame you for being too innocent.

The body of pure yang! It's too rare, I've been looking for you for decades, old man, before I found you.

If I don't kill you after cultivating you for so many years, and if I don't draw out your blood to refine the Pure Yang Pill, how many years can I live with my old bones? "

On the surface, Qin Lang was hard-hearted, but inside he gave a thumbs up and gave a thumbs up to Advanced Disguise.

Cow batch!

In this situation, Chen Ping'an did not doubt his identity?

No flaws!

After thinking for a while, Qin Lang still made a decision.

Instead of jumping out and yelling in front of Chen Ping'an that I am Qin Lang, didn't you want to kill me just now? Now Lao Tzu has stabbed you, Barabara.

It's better to continue to pretend to be Tian Jizi and give Chen Ping'an another fatal blow!

"Ding! Chen Ping'an, the son of luck, has dropped 1,000 points of luck, congratulations to the host for getting the villain of destiny +20,000!"

Chen Ping'an was shocked, and the blackness on his face became more and more diffuse.

With the backlash of luck, and the continuous blood flow all over his body, his breath became weaker and weaker.

"I can die, and you can also use my blood to refine the Pure Yang Pill, but you have to help me kill someone, a guy named Qin Lang!"

Chen Ping'an's face turned hideous, "Even if he dies, I won't make him feel better, I want his family to be destroyed, I want him to live forever, and he will have to suffer in severe torture!"

"Kill, kill you Mahle Gobi!"

Qin Lang stepped forward, tugging at Chen Ping'an's hair, stabbing the knife.

During the process, Chen Ping'an wanted to resist, but in its heyday, he was not Qin Lang's opponent, not to mention that he is now seriously injured and dying?

Within a few seconds, Chen Ping'an's heart was full of penetrating injuries that bleed out.

"Damn old man, you are so poisonous!"

With bloodshot eyes on the corner of Chen Ping's mouth, he fell straight towards the back.

Before he died, he never thought that he just asked the dead old man to help him kill a person, but not only did he not get a reply.

Instead, he was stabbed eighteen times in three seconds? !

Dead bum!

The blood-colored mandala dragged the severely injured body forward and glanced at the corpse of Chen Ping'an's wide-eyed eyes.

Facing Qin Lang, who was looking at the corpse, he said strangely, "What are you staring at him for? He's already dead, his pupils have lost focus, he can't pretend, besides, how many knives have you stabbed in your heart just now? No points?

Not to mention people, even if a cow is here, most of them will die. "

Qin Lang ignored it, took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms, and poured it over the wound of Chen Ping'an's body.

呲呲, 呲呲!

A white smoke rose up, followed by white bubbles on the corpse, whose flesh was melting at a speed visible to the naked eye. "Is this a corpse powder?" Scarlet Mandala looked at this scene and was extremely surprised, "Are you a killer or am I a killer? How do you feel that you are more professional than me? You can even use this to deal with corpses. advanced chemicals?"

"Can you stop beeping on the side? Is it annoying, do you understand that the dead are the biggest, and you should give them enough respect?"

Qin Lang turned his head, rolled his eyes angrily, and gave the blood-colored mandala a meal. Seeing that Chen Ping'an's body was reduced to a pool of blood and merged into the soil, only a set of tattered clothes remained.

He took out another bottle, poured the liquid into it, struck a match, and threw it on the liquid.

rub rub!

Immediately, a raging flame ignited, and Qin Lang, who was standing not far away, had a red face on his face.

This is not the end. As the second time to solve the son of luck, Qin Lang is much more familiar and professional than the last time.

He took out another tape recorder and turned it on.

Immediately, the sound of passionate music burst out from inside.

Boom! hum~~

Boom, boom boom~ boom~ boom!

"..."

The music went from low to high, as if there was a black conductor with a cane in his hand and a black round hat conducting.

Boom! dong dong~dong~dong!

hum~

dong dong ~ dong dong!

"What kind of music is this? Why does it sound weird?" Scarlet Mandala couldn't take care of the serious injury, and inexplicably felt a little chilly in the sound of the music.

"Rare and strange!" Qin Lang snorted coldly.

As a qualified villain!

Killing and raising ashes is no longer enough to show his professionalism, and he must add the extra gift service of Chaodu behind this one-stop service.

To treat the son of luck like Chen Ping'an who wants to kill himself, the extra service provided is of good quality, but not too high-end. For example, the song Hundred Birds Chaofeng, Chen Ping'an is not worthy of him!

"The Negro Carrying the Coffin" is the most suitable.

Brother Hei smiled, life and death were unpredictable, when the coffin was lifted, the world came in vain...

As soon as the coffin is lifted, the soil is buried, and one word of goodbye is said to each person.

"Bye-Bye!"

Qin Lang kicked the dirt and extinguished the last trace of sparks.

Since then, the son of luck, Chen Ping'an, has completely dissipated into a wisp of blue smoke from this world.

"The gods and the gods are just killing people. Is it necessary to toss out so many things?" Bloody Mandala rolled her charming eyes, making her pale complexion more tempting.

She stared strangely at the Tang suit on Qin Lang's body, "Are there any hidden compartments in your clothes? How can you fit everything?"

"Shh, don't talk, let me cherish the memory quietly, although I promised to help you kill Chen Ping'an, but after all, this is a human life, I feel sorry in my heart, leave me alone for a while, let me slow down. "

Qin Lang reached out and blocked the mouth of the bloody mandala, closed his eyes, feeling and waiting.

His face was a little tangled, and a little anxious.

It was as if he really felt sorry for him, as he said.

"Is he really depressed?"

The blood-colored mandala was deceived by Qin Lang's expression, and a trace of emotion rose in his heart, but before he had time to ferment, he saw a smile on Qin Lang's face with his eyes closed.

"Ding! The host killed Chen Pingan, the son of luck, congratulations to the host for obtaining the 'Pure Yang Body'!"